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[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]

[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]

[He never said he was good at this.]

[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]

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Me. Not it. Someday I'm gonna set Ilia on you if you keep that shit up.

[Still dazzling over here, even if you're looking away, the dazzle is palpable, Pietro. You cannot escape it.]

I missed a couple shifts. Coming back to life was - weirder, this time. I didn't death toll, but, I mean. Still. Super bizarre.

They're just, y'know, cats, man.

[What does it matter if he calls them he or she or it?]

So... coming back to life usually isn't weird, huh?

[Okay, now he gives Pietro a stern look. He has Very Strong Feelings about cats, okay. Someday Pietro will unlock his tragic backstory and he'll know.]

[Along with the stern look comes a shrug.]

It's usually weird, but it's usually more - I don't know. Natural-feeling? Like you'd think if you came back to life, you'd feel like shit. Usually we do, with the death toll. But this - I just felt clean. Organized. Like nothing had ever happened.

I know that's backwards, that I should feel better because of that, but I don't know. It was just off.

[He's used to girls getting mushy over animals. But, well, this is Cassel. Pietro rolls his eyes a little but doesn't push the cat thing, for now.]

I dunno. Knew a guy who did something like that, once. Put dead people back together, I mean.

Seemed pretty un-fucking-natural then, too.

[Of course, Apocalypse had brought them back as puppets to his will... Pietro shudders at the memory.]

Yeah. I don't know. I think I prefer the death toll, honestly. Not that that's any more natural.

[Basically this place is just fucked up beyond all reason. But he's not gonna say that to Pietro of all people.]

Yeah. Look, I'm just... going to believe you, because no way in hell do I want to find out for myself.

[And then, as casually as he can manage, as if he's just making light conversation:]

He hasn't tried anything since, right?

[If Cassel notices anything odd about this, he doesn't mention it.]

He hasn't. He's been chill. As chill as he ever gets, anyway.

I went down to see him in Zero.

[Pietro snorts, shooting a look at Cassel that suggests he's judging just how crazy the guy is.]

Why

To figure out why he did it.

[A small shrug.]

I don't think I got anywhere. He's a good liar.

That's a sociopath for you, yeah.

[Of course, he's a good liar, too. An excellent one.]

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